NOVEL WEB Chapter 94
Chapter Ninety-Four: Round Table Aspirants, Is This It? (Seeking Subscriptions)
“Pfft~~”
Jeno madly sprinted towards the end of the tunnel.
Fear, endless fear, accompanied by screams and the sound of limbs breaking, chased after him like a nightmare.
“Impossible.”
“Why is this happening?”
“How could it be like this?!”
Jeno’s emotions had already collapsed due to Beta and others’ massacre.
He was proud of his fallen ones.
Ten bodies, ten combat strengths surpassing the elite knights of the kingdom.
However, in just an instant, those monsters who could rampage on the battlefield, tearing flesh and blood apart like rags, turned into misty blood clouds.
If it weren’t for a group of irrational Magic Swordsmen holding the rear, Jeno would have had no chance to escape amidst the chaos.
“What kind of person is this?! Where did such a person come from?!”
Jeno kept screaming in his mind, unable to comprehend. It was supposed to be a simple pleasure excursion before becoming a round table aspirant.
But!
“Huff… Huff…”
In the dark secret passage, Jeno stopped his desperate run, leaning against the wall to catch his breath with difficulty.
Looking behind him, all was silent, as if no one had discovered him or found this secret escape route.
“Step! Step! Step!”
Before Jeno could relax, a slow and rhythmic sound of footsteps came from the darkness.
“!!!”
The intense killing intent made Jeno feel as if he were falling into an icy pit. The pride of the Midgar Kingdom, the youngest Grand Knight, now trembled like a sieve, cold sweat pouring down like a waterfall.
“You!”
“What are you?!!”
Realizing there was no escape today, Jeno turned around, drew his sword, and pointed it at the three figures emerging from the darkness.
Silver hair, golden hair, blue hair—three girls around ten years old, dressed in dark golden Slime battle attire, appeared before Jeno.
“The last one?”
Epsilon had no good feelings toward the Sect. Such people generally deserved direct execution upon encounter.
“With so many protecting him, he must know quite a bit.”
Zeta: “Capture him and interrogate thoroughly.”
“Hmm.”
Beta stepped forward and declared, “The Red Clan dungeons are vacant; they’ll serve their purpose well.”
“Answer me!!!”
Complete disregard.
The girls’ attitude of ignoring him enraged Jeno. His frustration and anger even overpowered his fear of death.
He pulled out a glass bottle from his pocket containing seven or eight red pills—the demon blood that could transform humans into fallen beings.
Demon blood was actually a byproduct of Diablo’s dew drops.
This substance didn’t permanently enhance one’s magic power but instead squeezed out the body’s potential, causing a brief burst of strength comparable to higher-level warriors.
What constitutes higher-level?
For instance, Jeno wasn’t yet a round table aspirant and hadn’t even reached B-rank strength.
But as he consumed the essence, massive amounts of black-red magic power surged within him, resonating like thunderclaps in the air.
“Hahahaha!!!”
“Power!”
“Power is surging!!!”
Theoretically, consuming just one dose of demon blood could bring about a transformation.
Yet, Jeno swallowed all seven doses at once to save his life.
Great power inevitably came with great cost.
Jeno could feel his body under immense pressure; without timely treatment, he would collapse and die—not because of Beta and the others, but by himself.
It must happen!
He must kill them before then!!
At the thought, Jeno disregarded adapting to the sudden surge in strength and speed.
“Boom!”
Jeno exerted force with his feet, terrifying power making the entire tunnel tremble, leaving shattered pits in his wake.
“Die!!!”
“Bang!!!”
“What?”
Suddenly, Jeno’s frenzied roar ceased.
Right before his knight’s sword, a pitch-black longsword lightly blocked it.
Even more unbelievable was the point of collision between the swords.
Sword tip!
The opponent had precisely tapped his sword tip, neutralizing all his magic power.
“This can’t be!!!”
Horror, panic, and despair overwhelmed Jeno as he couldn’t accept this reality.
He swung wildly like a beast, unleashing chaotic magic power, destroying everything in front of him with magic slashes.
“All brute B-rank peak magic power, yet utterly unskilled attacks.”
Epsilon danced gracefully like a butterfly amidst Jeno’s attacks while her companions, the silver-haired Pokémon and the golden-haired catgirl, shook their heads disapprovingly.
“Isn’t this just basic magic power release?”
Zeta had expected something impressive from Sect elites, but in the end, it was still crude fighting methods.
Even though demon blood had boosted his magic power to the peak of B-rank, using only raw magic power was considered extremely wasteful in the eyes of the three girls.
“Six stages of magic power application: reinforcement, explosion, compression, fine control, fission, fusion.”
Under normal circumstances, Jeno excelled in reinforcement, could briefly explode, and barely understood how to compress magic power.
Now?
Demon blood increased his magic power quantity but also made it more volatile.
To stabilize and compress such violent magic power…
Who did he think he was?
Perfect control over volatile magic power was the foundation of magic transformation.
“Abandoning precise magic power control for unstable magic power.”
Zeta: “I don’t understand what they’re aiming for.”
“Perhaps it’s more cost-effective.”
Beta: “Cultivating highly skilled Magic Swordsmen is difficult, whereas achieving B-rank destructive power with just one pill is far simpler.”
“So…”
Zeta’s eyes gleamed with ferocity and hatred, yet her tone was mocking: “Even though the Sect doesn’t treat them as humans, so many still want to be dogs of the Sect.”
She thought of her parents and siblings.
They were killed by the Sect’s persecution.
Ironically, the Sect never acted directly; they merely incited ignorant mobs.
Such a world was indeed rotten through and through.
Zeta lost interest in Jeno. Beta noticed the change in the cat-eared girl and shouted to Epsilon, “Stop playing around, finish him now!”
“Yes, Beta-nee!”
Hearing Beta’s urging, Epsilon stopped fooling around with Jeno.
During the time when Beta hadn’t fully developed and Epsilon didn’t feel inferior about her slim figure, their relationship was good…